Book Review: Some Catch – Thirty Gems Capturing the Humor and Drama of the Game



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Book Review

Some Catch:

Thirty Gems Capturing the Humor and Drama of the Game,

by Bill Schaefer




I’m very happy to report that contributor Bill Schaefer’s first book,  Some Catch: Thirty Gems Capturing the Humor and Drama of the Game, is now available on Amazon in both paperback and ebook versions. Many of you have been reading Bill’s excellent essays here on the website and you know what an outstanding baseball essayist Bill is. We selected thirty of the best received and assembled them into a single volume. I was honored to serve as the editor for the project.

To give you a flavor of the book, here are some excerpts from my introduction.

Editor’s Introduction

by 

Gary Livacari

About three years ago, a reader named Bill Schaefer caught my attention with witty, insightful comments left on many of my essays. As is my custom, I invited Bill to submit a guest essay; and to no great surprise, he accepted the offer. I soon discovered he was no ordinary baseball fan. He possessed an abiding passion for the game along with a deep appreciation for its history. That invitation and the publication of his first essay subsequently led to over 30 such submissions and a friendship between two ardent fans who happen to share a love for the game and a joy in writing about it.

I learned that Bill is multi-talented with an extensive media background. At various times in his career, he’s been a broadcaster, a sports director, a voice-over announcer, and a talk show host. He had interviewed celebrities from the worlds of sports, politics, and entertainment. I like to think I played a role in helping Bill discover another talent of which he may have been unaware: that of a skilled baseball essayist. I soon recognized his preferred writing style: an engaging, casual tone often laced with personal reflections. I also loved the way Bill infused his essays with memories of games he attended with his dad. By highlighting the unique father-son bonding experiences that baseball affords its fans, Bill was capturing the very essence of the game’s appeal—an appeal that has transcended generations.

I could cite many passages from Bill’s essays demonstrating his clever “way with the written word.” Here’s just a small sampling:

Rube Waddell: “When George Edward Waddell was born October 13, 1876, in Bradford, PA, the cosmos held its breath, with a sense that this was going to be no ordinary human being.”

Herman Franks’ coaching ability: “In early June, Leo Durocher replaced Herman Franks in the third-base coaching box. Franks was so cautious he thought twice before waving a runner around third base on a home run.”

I love this delightful passage (slightly edited), which I’m quoting at length, from a game he attended with his dad on a blazing hot Sunday afternoon at the Polo Grounds, June 12, 1952. It captures Bill’s excellent recall and attention to detail, even for events that took place over 70 years ago. The Giants had erupted for an eleven-run lead after three innings. It appeared an easy victory was just ahead for young Bill Schaefer’s Jints:

On this Sunday, my dad and I were at the Polo Grounds to catch a twin bill with those Cardinals. We didn’t mind the heat so much but didn’t bargain for such a huge crowd precluding us from getting our favorite seats in the upper deck behind home plate…I had consumed one soda and two ice creams by the second inning. It was broiling hot but turning into a wonderful event. Sal Maglie was pitching and the Giants exploded for five runs in the bottom of the second…I was in my glory, never mind the heat, 11-0 at the end of three innings with Sal “The Barber” Maglie on the mound!

Then the gods turned on us. Sal suddenly wilted in the inferno and got rocked in the fifth inning. St. Loo put up a big SEVEN! Willie Werle came in and shackled the Giants’ bats. Hoyt Wilhelm had a rare ragged outing and by the end of seven innings, the score was 11-10. The vendors ran out of refreshments, so I sent my poor dad out to the concession stand to battle the heat and the mob for soda. He was gone a while and finally made his way down the crowded row juggling two large soda containers. He got jostled and some spilled on his shirt.

When he got to me he was livid. “What happened?” he shouted. I answered meekly, “Solly Hemus just hit a home run into the photographer’s ledge in right field (an overhang from the upper deck facade). We’re behind 12-11. He exploded, “Don’t you EVER send me out for soda pop again!”

Bill intersperses more than a touch of humor to the essays. Here’s a story—one I had never heard—involving the loveable, always quotable, Yogi Berra, whom Bill had also once interviewed:

Berra was the sweetest guy in the world, and although seldom mistaken for a Rhodes Scholar, he was nothing short of a genius on the field…A radio interviewer once told him before a broadcast, ‘We’re going to do free association. I’m going to throw out a few names and you just say the first thing that pops into your mind.’ Berra agreed.

On the air the announcer said, ‘I’m here tonight with Yogi Berra, and we’re going to play free association. I’m going to mention a name and Yogi’s just going to say the first thing that comes to mind. Okay, Yogi?’ Berra again agreed.

All right, here we go then…Mickey Mantle.

“What about him?” said Berra.

Readers will enjoy all thirty of Bill’s “gems.” Some of my favorites include our leadoff essay, “Rube Waddell, the Ultimate Zany.” Others of note: “Bill Schaefer’s 20 Minutes with Willie Mays (and how he secured a surprise interview with the great star); “Baseball Funny Side Up!” After rereading many of the essays while preparing this publication, I told Bill I was enjoying them even more on the second reading. Like a fine wine, I told him, they seemed to improve with age.

You also won’t want to miss Bill’s “Snap Shots of a Giants’ Fan Through a Surreal Season,” in which Bill recounts the Giants’ magical year of 1951. The essay culminates in Bill’s account of Bobby Thomson’s historic “Shot Heard Round the World.” Written from the perspective of a lifelong Giants’ fan—and someone who actually has a first-hand recollection of the day— it serves as the centerpiece of the collection.

And so, after a number of years of adding quality baseball content to my website and bringing much joy to my readers, I’m happy to present Bill Schaefer’s Thirty Gems as a way of paying back this self-proclaimed baseball fanatic. An acknowledged baseball expert and a fine baseball essayist, Bill also happens to be a good friend. I hope you derive as much pleasure from reading it as I had in putting it together.

Gary Livacari 

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17 thoughts on “Book Review: Some Catch – Thirty Gems Capturing the Humor and Drama of the Game

  1. Great news, Gary. I too have enjoyed Senor Schaefer’s entries on BHCA. Like you said, his book sounds like it’s a superb publication…one that I’ll most definitely look forward to perusing. I guess this can be said with certainty….one the many things about baseball that us baseball “rats” love; is the uncanny way we can vividly remember things about experiences we had with the game when we were kids. Usually, we can recall things that happened @ a game we attended when we were 12, but reflections on a game we went to last year are mostly hazy or forgotten. Always look forward to the next BHCA post. “PLAY BALL” !

  2. Bill’s the best. I am very lucky to have known Bill for 40+ years. He’s a gem of a person and no one can tell a baseball story better than him – no one! Don’t ever stop writing Bill. Us baseball fanatics need you!

  3. Thanks, you guys! I’m lucky to have such a marvelous opportunity provided by Gary L. who has become a good friend and mentor to me.

    Monte, going back to DialAmerica and your amazing liaison with Tommy Lasorda. Your words mean so much to me, as you are: The World’s Greatest Dodgers/Baseball Fanatic!

    Now, what the bleep am I supposed to do about the Mets?

  4. Thanks, Kenneth, one must have a sense of humor to root for the exasperating New York Metropolitans!

  5. Yes Mr. Schaefer, I understand the need for humor. The 2023 CWSox season so far has been downright HILARIOUS !

  6. Did someone mention baseball humor?

    A few of you may remember Mill Famey, a journeyman righthander who stayed in the big leagues during the war because other, younger pitchers were in the service. Post war Mill Famey was a mop-up man for Cleveland for a couple seasons.

    Famey pitched relief for the Tribe in the first game of a doubleheader against the hometown Detroit Tigers so he knew he would not be called on to pitch in the nightcap. The Briggs Stadium bullpen was in deep left field behind a fence, and Mr. Famey enjoyed a couple beers from a friendly vendor who would meet him out of sight of the bullpen coach. The game wore on, the Tigers tied it up, and suddenly Famey was called in to pitch in the ninth with a man on first.

    Alarmed, he scrambled to get his glove, stuffed the beer can in a back pocket, strolled to the mound and walked the first hitter. Mill Famey took a few deep breaths, and walked the second man. Winning run on third, Famey had a 3-2 count but walked him on a close pitch.

    As the happy Tigers were leaving the field the runner who’d been on second approached the Detroit third base coach and said “So now what the heck is that in Famey’s back pocket?”

    And the coach said “Oh, that? That’s The Beer that Made Mill Famey Walk Us.”

  7. Very clever these baseball people!

    Sounds a little like a contrived joke, Tom, but I’d like to think it was a genuine witty response with the play on words. Either way, good post, and you brightened my late night.

    Thanks for joining us and check out those 30 gems!

    Best, Bill

  8. Definitely an old joke. If there were a Mill Famey in the historical baseball records I’d apologize. But there isn’t.

  9. BHCA devotees welcome the real and the apocryphal, Tom, as long as it provokes a smile. Good job.

    Happy days,
    Mill

  10. With apologies to all (and esp. Dr. Schaefer) for being “out-of-pocket” lately, please let me add my tardy hay-penny’s worth to these many fitting accolades. I’ve already told Bill, but the following few, further words also seem to belong here, on our beloved blog.

    Bill’s published “gems” are exactly that. He has a great gift for inviting the captive reader along on a colorful and informative ride, chapter after chapter. He obviously did a ton of painstaking research, which only further educates and enchants the lucky reader. He, like his esteemed editor-in-chief, has mastered the fine art of creative nonfiction; and as some of us know from having tried our own quavering hands at it, that is no mean trick.

    Bill has shown one and all how to think about the character, skill, and athletic achievements of so many ballplayers from our past lives, and the thousand little things we miss today about a cherished sport as it was played/misplayed fifty or a hundred years ago. Those days are long gone, of course, but we have “Some Catch” to help sharpen and refresh our fond, fading memories of better times. I now have my own autographed copy, and it is definitely a keeper.

    Well done, Sir Wilhelm! Congratulations.

    Best regards,

    Michael

  11. Just reading this again, Mike, and so appreciate your many outstanding comments about my book in a variety of venues!! You’re Some Friend, alright.

    This helps assuage the gloom when considering the stinkpot Mets prospects for ’24. Globs of money and they’ve only managed to clean out the market of mediocrities. Another 75-win season is not what fans had in mind!

  12. Take heart, Mon Ami!

    We Dodger fans are accustomed to watching pesos disappear like spilt agua on a scalding Southern California afternoon. If you think blowing 700 mil on one guy in trade for the privilege of flaming out in the postseason yet again is a worthy form of entertainment, you must be a Padres fan. Or a D-Back.

    As for me, I’ll take grainy film of Ron Swoboda’s impossible acrobatics in Game Four of the ’69, a cold Brunansky to wash it down, and my signed edition of “Some Catch!” That, as a beloved granddaughter used to assure me, “. .is livin’.”

    Go you Mighty Mets!

    With love,

    Mick

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